“Thank you,” he blurted. Startled glances shot his way. “Both of you.” Camilla, paused in the middle of pouring herself another cup of tea. “Whatever for?” “For your kindness.” A huge lump seemed to have formed in his throat as… — Kathryn Smith Copy Share Image
“She knew how to play him so very well. He slipped his hand around hers. "Friends," he repeated roughly. Her smile was bright enough to light up the room-and make him see stars. "Excellent! I'm so pleased. And now I really should go. I don't want to keep your family waiting." His family. She was going out with his family.… — Kathryn Smith Copy Share
“Rose barely poured herself a cup of hot, mouth-watering chocolate, when she saw Grey and Archer walking across the lawn. Archer was impeccable as always, but Grey was a mess. His clothes were the same he’d worn the night before, and obviously slept in. His shirt, open at the throat, revealed a glimpse of tanned flesh that made her heart… — Kathryn Smith Copy Share
“Let’s go home,” she said. He arched his brows. “Already? I thought you would want to stay for a while.” Dark eyes flashed. “No, I want to take you home where women can’t stare at you like hyenas after a baby chick.” He laughed-loudly, which caught a fair bit of attention. “Surely I’m more threatening than a chick?” She smiled,… — Kathryn Smith Copy Share
“You are very quiet,” Archer remarked as they walked together to the refreshment table. They’d just finished a game of whist and when Rose begged off from a second round, Grey’s brother did the same. “My apologies,” she replied. “I do not mean to be rude.” “My brother doesn’t deserve to take up so much room in that lovely head… — Kathryn Smith Copy Share
“So, of course Rose decided this would be a good time to discuss such matters. “I would also like to know if you know ways to prevent pregnancy.” He choked on a grape. She lurched toward him, but he coughed and spat the villainous fruit on the grass. He wiped at his watery eyes with the back of his hand… — Kathryn Smith Copy Share
“Grey was here.” He hadn’t known, that was obvious from the way his eyes widened. “You lie.” Rose chuckled. “I saw him. I spoke to him. He said he came to see me. And then he ran out of here as though the hounds of hell were nipping at his heels.” Archer shook his head, an expression of disbelief on… — Kathryn Smith Copy Share
“Does your husband dictate where you can and cannot go?” The woman looked as though she expected to be proven right. “My husband would never do that.” Rose informed her coolly. “Although there will always be unsavory characters at any social gathering, my husband trusts me to decide the ones I wish to attend.” The woman flushed, and Rose felt… — Kathryn Smith Copy Share
“That was delightful.” Grey chuckled, flashing a lopsided grin that made his eyes sparkle like aquamarines. “You make me feel…” “Yes?” He shook his head, surprising her with the degree of awe and self-consciousness in his expression as he drew back, and helped her down from the table. “That’s it. You make me feel.” Rose smiled and kissed him. It… — Kathryn Smith Copy Share
“Oh, ho!” his brother cried, clasping him close in a fierce embrace. “Did you think you’d escape without saying hello?” Then, for Grey’s ears alone, “I’m so frigging proud of you I could just piss.” “Please don’t.” Grey gently pushed him away, meeting the other man’s bright gaze with a lump in his throat. “But thank you.” His mother hugged… — Kathryn Smith Copy Share
“In fact, the only people he let anywhere near him were his family and her. She wasn’t quite certain she wanted to dissect the… — Kathryn Smith Copy Share Image
“ Voluptuous? ” Grey smiled at the naughty light in her gaze. “A full subscription. Perhaps you will discover between the pages other activities you would like to sample with me.” It wasn’t much of a gift, certainly not an expensive one, but Rose embraced him as though he had given her the world-and he had the wine stains on… — Kathryn Smith Copy Share
“And if she were an honest woman, which she was known to be on occasion, she could readily admit that hearing about his escapades… — Kathryn Smith Copy Share Image
